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Inertia
by Anita MacI see you
through the years,
still as a fog’s residue on a windowpane.
There is a glimpse
sometimes
somewhere
behind the tears…
Something completely unmoving in your eyes
that Moves me so.
07/30/2014 Author's Note: Rusty...
Posted on 07/31/2014
Copyright © 2025 Anita Mac
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/31/14 at 01:49 PM wonderful imagery. beautifully rendered with a tinge of sadness. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 08/02/14 at 10:26 AM The tears on your window are Moving; the irony of inertia [your titles are pristine...] |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 08/23/15 at 12:15 PM Rust is a perverse phenomenon; as a metaphor, the cure is an increase in oxygen; deep breathing... |
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